Misheard

Hangover

I woke up, turning side to side, rubbing my head, trying to make the headache go away. "Ow. Shit." I looked around, eyes widened, realising that I wasn't in my room, not even in my house at all. But it looked exactly like my room. I sat up on the bed. I was tucked in with a black with bamboo sticks pattern blanket, the pillow was blue, and the whole room looked like it belongs to a boy.

There was my bag across the bed, on the floor, beside it was... a leg. Two legs. Dead. I crawled to the end of the bed and looked down on the floor, Jack was there, sleeping on the floor with no pillow or blanket, he was wearing a dark blue sweat pants, his green hoodie, white socks, and winter gloves. 

The room was cold, I understood why he gave me the blanket, I was only wearing my shirt and jeans which I changed before going to Janet's for dinner last night. I grabbed the blue pillow I slept on and slowly lifted up his head and slid the pillow underneath his head. 

I stood up, winced at how pain my head felt. I tip-toed over to my bagpack and grabbed my phone to check the time and for any messages. 

It was 12:15pm. 8 missed calls from mom, 2 from dad. 

Oh, shoot. I'm late. We're late. We're dead, I said to myself. Oh well. 

I crawled back and lied on the no-more-pillow bed and wrapped myself around the smells-like-him blanket. I tried remembering what happened last night, after Jack sat down beside me and gave me a drink, everything in my mind just went blur. Completely. 

But I'm sure what happened after that had something to do with Jack. I mean, he could've just booked a hotel room for me and leave a message there, or ask Peg or Laur to let me stay the night at their house and not at a boy's.

With my body wrapped around the blanket, I stood up and hopped over to Jack, I cannot miss this opportunity, I need to see his sleepy face. I squated down and tilted my head. His hair was swayed to the left, his mouth was opened, one hand underneath the pillow while the other one was underneath his shirt. Gosh.

I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him, and decided to play a bit on my phone while waiting for him to wake up.

The game was starting to get boring, I could never get past 40 points. Stupid bird, can't flap well.

Suddenly, he turned, facing the ceiling. I looked at him for a few seconds and then I ruffled his hair a bit, tried to braid his hair though it was too short to braid. His room was boring, so boy-ish. I stood up and walked around his room. Infront of the window - facing my house' guestroom, there was his study desk, a laptop sleeping on one corner, books piled up beside it. Beside the door, there was his bookshelf. Archie Comics, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Pokemon Comics, Darren Shan and etc. Just every boy books you can find is all in his room. 

I started taking out some books which I find interesting and looked through the description, typing the title down if I like the book and wanted to try buying it the next time I go to a bookshop. 

While typing down the sixth title, I felt a light knock on the door and it opened without making a sound, a small girl appeared. 

"Jack?" The small girl entered the room and walked towards him, seeing that his body is just right in front of the door. She starting poking his cheeks. "Jack, it's already 12. Mom wants me to wake you..." She noticed me and gasped, her eyes getting bigger. Then, she turned back towards Jack and then to me again, this time I gave her a small wave which she didn't returned back. 

The small girl slowly leaned forward and whispered something into his ears that made him sat up right away and kept turning his head around, searching for something. "Where? Where?" Jack kept saying.